On our way back to the Falls from Albright Church on Saturday I convinced my friends to stop at Aunt Bessie and Uncle Harold's house to see Aunt Bessie's garden in bloom. As soon as we pulled up both Jan and Anne were in awe. The Iris were in bloom as well as many other parts of her garden. It was a butterfly and bee's paradise. Every once in awhile the wind would sent us the scent of these wonderful plants. Aunt Bessie's garden is an act of love and I think a bit of her therapy. For as long as I can remember she's been involved in at least two or three projects at once that brought her immense pride whether it be a gift she's making for her children, grandchildren or great grandchildren; working in her glorious garden; baking; or just sitting and being with me and my multiple problems and stories. I have been so gifted to have her in my life and hope that what I've learned from her will keep me in my mature age so that I too can be as spry and positive as she is.
My garden -- it's a start.
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